Silk Roads

Chapter 19

Chapter 19: You can't hide forever!

Date: 31 May 1967
Location: Hogwarts, Marc's bedchamber

His eyes fluttered open as he entered his mindscape. It has been quite some time since he sorted through his memories, and organized his mind. He didn't wish to further delay it any longer than necessary. There was a slight chance of his memories slipping into his dreams, and that would prove disastrous (to people around him).

His mindscape was as usual, dark and filled with blue swirling orbs. He walked passed rows after rows of shelves that contained more than a thousand glass orbs filled with his memories, eerily alike to those at the Hall of Prophecy. The serpent guards he had encountered paid him no mind, knowing that he was their creator. When he finally reached an empty shelf, he stood there, just staring.

The process of creating the so called memory orbs was similar to that of prophecies, and they can only be touched by him. If – it's a big IF – others were to do so (ifthey bypassed his guards) they would either go insane by the sheer amount of agony and hatred those balls emitted through skin contact, or they would flee from his mind the minute they overcame those feelings... if his serpents did not bite them whilst they were distracted of course. His mind defense was perfect, and it was not arrogance if it was true.

He held out his right hand, palm facing upwards, and thought back to the time where he became Ignatius Rose in order to attend the meeting held by Voldemort. He did not have much time to sort through those memories previously since he was far too busy back then. After a few more moments of recalling back all that he had seen, felt, smelt, touched, and tasted, an orb formed upon his palm, filled with swirling blue memories.

With careful hands, he placed the newly made orb onto one of the many holders that were on the shelf. He had no wish of damaging his mind any further due to his carelessness (like that one time) – breaking the orbs was equivalent to breaking his memories.

"I have something to report, Master." One of his serpent guards spoke.

He narrowed his eyes in annoyance, eyes not once leaving the beautiful blue orb.

"Is there something amiss?"

"There is another here," that caught Marcaunon's attention. "we do not know how to proceed, Master."

"Destroy whoever has stepped into my mind as per usual." His voice was hard and condescending. The serpent cowered, but held its ground.

"But Master... He is a spe–"

"Interesting."

Marcaunon snapped his head to the direction of the voice, which he could instantly tell was spoken in the tongue of men rather than serpents. The guard that was near him hissed in warning at the intruder, but made no attempts of attacking, much to Marcaunon's rising ire. His real self was not an understanding and patient person as compared to who he has always been masquerading as at Hogwarts. His mind was a place where he let down all of his masks – that meant he was ruthless and scornful here, even to his own creations.

The serpent must have felt his patience thinning, for it had bared its fangs that were dripping with acidic venom.

"Who are you and how have you entered here?" He growled out with animosity, his eyes already bleeding to crimson in justified anger.

Before he had entered his mindscape, he was at Hogwarts, in his chamber for Merlin's sake! Nobody would (and could) invade his mind with Marchosias sleeping next to him – his son had set up wards to alert him of any intruders, and Marcaunon pretended to be oblivious since normal seven year olds could never perform such Magics.